As anyone knows some cities are windier than others. That’s just the way things are. Whether it is climactic or meteorological it is a fact.
However, there are things that can make things worse or windier, still. In many CBDs (central business districts) the existence of high-rise blocks of offices has a definite effect on the air flow between and around them. As a result, there will be regions and zones where the air is relatively stable and still and others where things are constantly fluid and in motion.
If one is aware of the breezy disruption one can prepare so that one is not caught unawares. However, most people are not. And so, it can be fun watching people when the wind catches them unprepared for it.
Last week was such an occasion. We are coming to the end of summer, so people are still dressed accordingly for the warm weather. Women wearing dresses and skirts, often shorter or knee-length and of a lighter material, easily manipulated or lifted by a light or gentle breeze. I was walking along in the CBD during lunch time, when most people leave their offices for a stroll, pick up lunch or meet a friend. So, there were plenty of people wandering about. I was approaching an intersection, waiting for the light to change to allow pedestrians to cross. There were about 10 or 15 people waiting. In particular, there were two attractive women in dresses standing in front of me. I would say they were both in their twenties. One was wearing a blue dress that came to her knee, the other was sporting a black pleated skirt and white blouse, which made her look very fetching.
The lights changed to ‘WALK,’ so we all proceeded to step into the street and cross to the opposite side.
It was at this moment that a gust of wind suddenly ‘materialised’ and began playing with peoples clothing, especially the women’s dresses.
The one in a blue dress was carrying a bag and was definitely not ready to deal with what was About to happen. The other one was equally taken by surprise. In a trice the wind had picked up her blue dress and was causing it to dance before her, not allowing her to grab the hem and pull it down, covering her modesty and her lovely charms.
I was treated to a delightful view of her nether region covered in exquisite lacy white panties. I took in her gorgeous derriere, such tight and firm ‘buns’. I was quite taken by the sight, but all to soon she regained her composure, and her decorum was restored.
As I mentioned, there was another pretty girl there, too. The wind was not playing ‘favourites,’ her skirt was as fair game as the others was. And so, up that went to. She was clearly startled by events and in trying to grab her skirt and bring it under her control, she turned and granted me after the initial view of her cute backside, a brief view of her front, as well. Well, brief it was and she was sporting the briefest of briefs, barely covering her charms and treasures. Her pink panties were the choice of a seasoned siren, of a sex nymph, someone practiced in the art of arousal. The swell of her sex was obvious and the cleft in between was apparent, too.
The pondering of her beauty that still remained hidden, was enough to stir any red-blooded male. I was therefore, in a state of excitement and had to exercise due care not to make it too obvious how stimulated I had become. Still and all, it had been a profitable lunch hour and I had enjoyed seeing the sights.
What would the next day bring?